[24][Howl's Moving Castle] Something Pithy

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Title: Something Pithy

Theme: 24, 'hang the fruits of your labour on the walls'
Series: Howl's Moving Castle (book)
Characters/Pairing: Howl/Sophie
Rating: PG
Note: Umm... yes. This is rather 'crack' humour. But even more so in this little thing. (I so badly wanted to do author's notes for everything) So yes... this is a rather mediocre piece of writing because I started at the end and worked my way back.

 

He paced the room.

Back and forth, to and fro, left and right, repeating his steady tread upon his workroom floor.
He, Howl Jenkins, was trying to figure out just what he could could give to Sophie as a present. Oh, he could always just get her a nice piece of jewellery or some other pretty but totally unnecessary trinket and she would, as always, leave it oh so casually in his bedroom and he'd end up being the one who wore it.
Something practical might work, although he'd more than likely get his head bitten off for giving such an unimaginative gift and 'surely the King's wizard could think of something better'.

A gift in the middle ground it would have to be. No fry pans or necklaces this time, something decorative but useful, like a pair of shoes or a coat or a-

Howl stopped his incessant pacing and practically jumped to the roof as he pounded his fists in the air.

He would get a hat for her, no, he would make one. Sophie had been looking longingly at some of the more fanciful hats being worn around town; and Howl knew that she'd been peering into the old shop cupboards from the hat store.
He'd use some of those leftovers as well as incorporating some of his own affections; again, it'd have to be somewhere between plain and extravagant.

Fruit was practical, wasn't it? Just enough so it wouldn't look like Carmen Miranda's hat and it would be a marvel of practicality and unecessity.
Howl was quite pleased with his creation in the end, even placing it in a hatbox to give to her. It was a rather hefty hatbox, as he thought he had gone a little overboard, but it was nowhere near that infamous fruit pile on top of Carmen's head.

Unfortunately, Sophie thought otherwise. "It's not a hat! It's a fruit bowl!" she had exclaimed loudly, throwing the hat box to the floor and storming out of the room, abandoning her husband and his gift, much to the disapointment of the former.

Despite her initial negative outburst though, the hat was still kept and placed on the hatstand in her bedroom, even though Howl later had to cast a spell on the fruit so it would repel fruit flies.